“Tiny pinpricks of pleasure,” I say, my soft words becoming bolder even as they sizzle through my body, sparking like currents of electricity that fire my senses. “They melt into heat, into liquid desire. It makes me wet, Damien, you make me wet.” I pause, knowing that my words have captured him. “Pleasure and pain, Damien, and you’re the only one I trust to give me both.”
For a long moment he is silent. Almost too long. And then I hear his intake of breath, followed by his slow, clear words. “There is no one else who has the power to tear me apart the way you do, Nikki. No one else who can reach in and squeeze my heart. You are my world, Ms. Fairchild, and I love you desperately.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“But, baby,” he adds, with a lightness now coloring his words, “that doesn’t change the fact that you were naughty.”
“Was I?” I am breathing hard now, anticipating what is to come.
“Have you seen the Internet?”
I frown. That wasn’t a question I was expecting. “Um, no.”
“Your party is all over Twitter,” he says, and I cringe. That I should have expected. “I imagine it’ll be on TMZ by morning. The gentleman who was, shall we say, in your face looked quite energetic.”
“I think he probably works out,” I say dryly.
“You realize this puts me in a bit of a predicament.”
I’m trying very hard not to smile. “Does it?”
“I’m just not sure how to punish you now. Considering your … eagerness … I’m beginning to think that spanking isn’t quite the punishment it ought to be.”
“Damien!” I’m laughing—but I’m also a little worried. Damien is nothing if not creative.
He chuckles, and it’s obvious the bastard is enjoying himself.
“Maybe I should just hang up?” he says.
“No.”
“No, what?” he asks, and I hear the tightening in his voice. Whatever playfulness has been between us, it’s fading under the slow burn of something else. Something hot. Something dangerous.
“No, sir,” I say. My breath stutters in my chest, and I know that I am already wet. I’ve been wet since the moment I heard his voice. “Please, sir. Please don’t hang up.”
“I’ll stay on the line, but only if you obey. Bend my rules, and I hang up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take your skirt off. And your panties.”
I unbutton the skirt and shimmy out of it. I toss it onto the floor of the limo and drop my panties on top.
“Okay.”
“Are you sitting back down?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to punish you, Nikki, just like you want. I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you explode.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back, lost in the power of his words.
“But it won’t be fast.” He pauses, then, “Tell me how wet you are.”
“Very.”
“No, not like that. I want you to touch yourself. Just one finger. Imagine it’s mine.”
“I am.”
“Now slide it down the juncture of your thigh,” he orders. “Let me feel how silky your skin is. How soft. How tempting.”
I do what he says, trembling as much from the gentle touch as from the fantasy that it’s Damien’s.
“Don’t touch your clit,” he says, and though I desperately want to, I obey. “Now tell me.”
“Like I said, I’m very wet.”
He chuckles. “I’m very glad to hear it. Tell me, what’s in the goodie bag?”
“I don’t know. Hang on.”
I tug the bag over and peek inside. “A mask, a vibrator, some sort of oil, handcuffs, a video.”
“Oil?”
“Yeah.” I pull out the small bottle and read the label. “Arousal oil.”
“Interesting. Open it.”
“I—okay.” I break the seal and unscrew the cap. Immediately, I can smell the spices. “It’s a bit minty. There aren’t instructions.”
“Dab a little on your finger,” he says. “Then stroke it onto your clit.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Should I hang up?”
“Right. Okay. No problem.” I’m not at all sure what this stuff is, but I figure if it’s in a bag from Jamie, it must be fun. I put a drop on my finger and ease my finger over my clit. I’m so sensitive that even that tiny sensation makes me shiver.
“Well?” Damien asks.
I cock my head, expecting some sort of new sensation. “Nothing.”